A project started from an old idea of myths, religion and truth. It carried on
into each century adding to it many new opinions of men in power impeaching
the aristocracy and filling their hats with large bills, not the spending kind,
the ones with faces-the faces of these men had a crooked smile upon a frown, as
if maybe there was a hint of conscious there. A large figure brushed against
the bureau and on his chest was a star of brass, shining brass-shined everday
I suppose-why else would he wear it so proudly this way? The door shut by itself
pulled back by a piston connected to a hinge, and a metal plate screwed to the
wall behind them-He brought with him an envelope, a manila colored/styled
paper type that I knew all too well, except the "red" stamped letters on it:
"A.I.-Eyes Only"-"M13-1100-110" I asked for his opinion on my uniform, and the
color of the room if it was adequate for the ventilation, as to not offend any-
one or anything in it-He gave a smirk, "Damn-you turned out better than expected
son"-I was only 5 years old, and my mouth never opened, I spoke to him without
speaking a word-it was my mind he read-...